Cultivation of Immortals: Starting from Burning Paper for Grandpa

Since the other party is not in a hurry to kill, Yang Fan is also willing to communicate.

The fourth-order creatures, the Nascent Soul stage, must have a better understanding of the dead world, know more secrets, and may have clues to the exit.

Moreover, he also wanted to know how the skeleton tracked him and why he was staring at him.

There is also a magic talisman, and he is also confident that he can withstand the opponent's one-hit kill.

"Are you from beyond the dead world?"

"Why do you think so?"

"It's rare for creatures in the dead world to have magic tools, but you have so many, and spirit stones!"

Yang Fan understood that when he encountered it for the first time, the avatar used too many magical weapons in the group battle, "If you want, I can give you a few, why bother to fight?"

"A few low-level instruments, I don't pay attention to them."

"Then why are you chasing me, because I am a human race, from outside the world?"

"Where do you come from, what race are you, and what do you have to do with this seat?" After a pause, Nascent Soul Skeleton changed the subject, "Have you been in Wanfalin?"

Yang Fan's heart moved, "I've been in, what's the problem?"

"The chance is not small."

Skeleton Divine Nian smiled, "Nine-character formula is the supreme secret technique, and only Wan Falin has inheritance, why don't we make a deal, you pass on the formula to me, and then leave the storage ring, I'm up to you Leave, and tell you how to leave the dead world, you should want to leave, right?"

Yang Fan sneered in his heart, Little Skeleton awakened a little memory, gained some wisdom and even played tricks with humans.

Since you don't like magical artifacts, what do you want to do with the storage ring?

First belittle the Magical Artifact, and then lead to the high-value Artifacts, only to turn a corner and ask for the Storage Ring...

Yang Fan dared to conclude that what he was looking at was something in his storage ring.

"You talk about how to leave first, anyway, I can't get rid of you for a while now."

Yang Fan said, while mobilizing the power of thunder in the thunder bone, he glanced at the items in the storage ring.

Leaving aside the magic weapon and some miscellaneous objects, he quickly locked on the key points.

The hundreds of thousands of top-grade spirit stones contained in each storage ring are a very large sum of wealth, which is enough to make a Nascent Soul Skeleton cultivate to the Dao or even the Mahayana, but the storage rings are isolated by the prohibition of spiritual consciousness, and the opponent's spirit If your consciousness is weaker than yourself, you won’t know it, so you can rule it out.

Mengpo soup is unique to the underworld and has a great effect on the soul. He drank it when he was escaping. It must have been discovered by it, but it didn't show itself when it made a surprise attack for the first time. It is unlikely, and the skeleton tribe Without a physical body, can you drink local specialties?Yang Fan is not sure, at most it can only be regarded as increasing the motivation of the opponent to chase and kill.

The ruler is suspected to be an innate spiritual treasure, which is many times more valuable than Meng Potang. With the divinity of the innate spiritual treasure, even if the spirit of the weapon is sleeping and restrained, the storage ring may not be able to isolate it. It may have sensed it through a special method. , is quite likely.

There are also skulls full of runes, which come from the special first-generation skeletons, which are on the same level as the ancestors of the ninth-order skeletons. It was discovered by it at once, the possibility is the greatest.

It should be it...Yang Fan quickly made a judgment, and became more curious about the rune skull, "Why, do you still have to hesitate, or do you not know how to leave at all?"

"This seat is just thinking about how to say it to make you believe it, otherwise you will think that I am lying to you casually."

Yang Fan was amused in his heart, he was probably delaying time, so why not himself, "Tell me, I make my own judgment."

"First, the cultivation base is sufficient to break the barriers of the world."

"Your Excellency, are you kidding me? To break the barriers of the world, at least you have to go through the catastrophe and become an immortal. Don't say that I am only third-level. Do your six races have such an existence?"

The spiritual energy here is thin, even if you have a lot of spiritual stones, how many years will it take to become a true immortal?

Moreover, there are no weather changes in the dead world, and there may not necessarily be thunder disasters, and it may not be possible to overcome the disasters and become immortals at all.

It is possible to abandon the body and primordial spirit to escape, just like going to the underworld, but I am afraid it will not be possible here, otherwise these dead creatures will not leave.

"There is another way to enter Wanfalin, there is an exit passage inside."

Yang Fan's eyes flashed, he laughed and said, "I have been in Wanfalin for five years, and I have searched every corner."

"Human race, you are dishonest. Wan Falin appears anytime and anywhere. The time of each appearance is not fixed, but it has never exceeded three months."

"How do you know there's a way out there?"

"Because there were creatures from the outside world that once went to the realm of the dead and disappeared after entering Wanfalin."

"Perhaps he died in it?"

"When Wan Falin hides, the creatures that enter will be repelled regardless of life or death. There is only one possibility that they will not reappear, and they will no longer be in the realm of death."

Yang Fan thought quickly, this statement is possible.

Wan Falin was the only place he had come across in the world of the dead for so many years, where the existence of Dao Yun existed.

"How to find Wan Falin?"

"This seat said, it will appear randomly, depending on the chance."

"Okay, I agree to the deal!"

Yang Fan wiped his finger and held the storage ring in the palm of his hand, "It's just something outside of the body, as long as you leave this resource, there are plenty of resources. The last question, what is Nirvana?"

"Ni Mi Jie?" Nascent Soul Skeleton's spiritual thoughts were suspicious, and he glanced at the fist in the black mist, "I haven't heard of it, give me the storage ring, and you can go."

Don't you still need the 'Zheng Zi Jue'? Why didn't you mention it?

"Give you!"

Yang Fan flicked his hands and threw the storage ring back, then turned around suddenly, and completed the palm print with both hands, and a real, red, purple, lightning flashing palm print was printed forward.

At the same time, the Nascent Soul Skeleton's left paw reached for the storage ring, and its right paw pushed flat, a golden talisman as dazzling as the sun emerged.

The two imprints seemed to be slow, but they squeezed the void until it was deformed and torn apart inch by inch, and they collided between the two of them in an instant with overwhelming coercion.

Boom~

The energy soared into the sky, and ripples swayed all around. All the dead trees within a radius of 500 meters were turned into powder, and the whole dead wood forest seemed to shake, and the dead leaves fell down.

150 meters apart.

The black mist around Yang Fan was shaken to nothing, and the three-layer array of light gates condensed by continuous shouts of anger also burst one after another, and he was thrown 800 meters away and fell to the ground, spewing blood with a 'pop'. Take advantage of the opportunity to drill into the ground.

The Nascent Soul Skeleton flew upside down, its claws kept moving, and the few auras in the world formed a vortex and gathered together, turning into white barriers in front of it, bang bang, and retreated a thousand meters away. Stay in shape.

The body of the bone dimmed to red, and the golden flames in the eye sockets flickered. He spread out his bone claws and glanced at the storage ring. It was empty.

At this moment, several teams within a radius of 5000 meters, either flying or fighting, were all attracted by the violent fluctuations here, and they were amazed. Some stayed away, and some flew over.

Yang Fan drilled thousands of meters underground, returned to the ground, condensed the black mist, avoided group battles and continued to fly northward.

"If you want to injure it severely, you must use spiritual means."

Across a nascent soul moat, no matter how strong the vitality energy is, it may be resolved by the opponent, only for the weakness of his soul.

But it consumes a lot of consciousness, even if you get rid of the opponent, you will still be in crisis. Meeting any team is a life-and-death battle, and you must find a relatively remote and safe location.

"If it is because of the rune skull, it can perceive it, and the other Nascent Soul skeletons should also be able to perceive it!"

"The most important thing is, if it can't succeed by itself, will it attract more skeletons?"

Yang Fan's face was solemn, his mind was spinning, and he kept pouring Mengpo soup in the black mist, holding the skylight in his hand and constantly instilling vitality into it.

Half a day later, the other party reappeared in the sensing range, and slowly shortened the distance from 8000 meters away.

In addition, there was a ghost clan's aura from the Nascent Soul Stage chasing from another direction.

"Throw away the skull?"

"But the runes above may hide the secrets of the dead world, and there may be clues to the real exit..."

While thinking, Yang Fan saw that the dead wood forest in front of him had come to an end, and his speed slowed down a little, and he stretched his spiritual sense to perceive it carefully.

There are no high-level creatures stationed there!

Gritting his teeth, he rushed out to find an empty wasteland.

The skeleton behind chased after him without any scruples, and the distance was within 5000 meters.

"It seems that there is really no high-level garrison."

"So there is no restriction on escaping from the ancient battlefield."

"For more than seven months, although I kept changing directions, I always aimed at the north. It is big enough, and there are creatures from the six races in all directions. It is also a skill for some creatures to break out..."

No matter what the reason was, Yang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to drive the speed to the north. As long as he entered the desert and entered the fire area, the danger would be minimized.

Two days later.

Nascent Soul Skeleton approached within a kilometer.

Yang Fan was furious, and decided to kill him even if he paid the price. This is a good place, and he didn't meet any creatures for two days, and the aura of the ghost clan also faded away.

Just when he was about to mobilize the sea of ​​consciousness, he suddenly felt a movement in his heart, and he felt the breath fluctuations of countless paths and various races, but they were all weak.

"A battlefield for Qi training and foundation building?"

Sure enough, a large number of low-level creatures were seen fighting in the ruins, and corpses were everywhere.

"Will Jin'er be down there..."

As soon as his thoughts came up, Yang Fan's heart suddenly popped up, and a thought flashed in his mind, "Would high-level creatures be stationed on the edge of the foundation-building battlefield?"

at the same time.

In a corner of the ruins of a certain hall, a corpse mandrill surrounded by black mist beheaded a stone man, and he suddenly raised his head to look at the distant sky, feeling an inexplicable throbbing in his heart.

She remembered this feeling very clearly, and it hadn't happened for a long time, but it suddenly appeared at this moment, although it was faint, it did exist.

"Brother Fan?!"

Losing control of her emotions, the black mist on her body fluctuated for a moment, revealing a delicate human face, it was Zhuge Jin.

It feels clearer and closer.

Zhuge Jin flicked towards the distance with his feeling, and immediately saw a black shadow flashing away in the sky, followed by a red glow.

"Brother Fan!"

Zhuge Jin yelled, she was absolutely sure that the cloud of black mist was Yang Fan at this moment, flying high in the air like crazy, "Brother Fan~"

But the feeling became weaker and weaker, farther and farther away, and disappeared without a trace in a moment.

A zombie, a ghost soldier came from different directions, blocking her figure.

Yang Fan, who flew tens of thousands of meters away, pursed his lips, as if he heard someone calling him just now, it was Zhuge Jin's voice.

He shook his head in his heart, and continued to fly away, just as an auditory hallucination caused by thinking of her in his mind when he saw the low-level battlefield.

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